The mind wanders when one can't sleep.
Night sounds crescendo to shooting stars.
Dreamscapes under sheets are put on hold.
Lights twinkle from ocassional bridge traffic.
All because of a late cup of coffee and some girl time.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC
The mind wanders when one can't sleep.
Night sounds crescendo to shooting stars.
Dreamscapes under sheets are put on hold.
Lights twinkle from ocassional bridge traffic.
All because of a late cup of coffee and some girl time.
Can't seem to sleep so here I am like I don't write enough LOL
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